Page 14 of Swipe Right for Orcs
She opens the door and we stumble backward inside her studio apartment. I feel like a giant in this place, but there’s no time to dwell on that. The woman in front of me has stolen every bit of my attention. Every ounce of blood in my body has gone straight to my dick as it throbs against my pants.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, I look into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. There’s none. Only desire. Pure, unfiltered, raw desire that mirrors my own.
“Fairlie,” I murmur, my voice rough with desperation, “are you sure about this?”
Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip—a gesture that nearly undoes me. “Yes, Osric,” she whispers, her words dripping with lust. “I want this.”
That’s all I need to hear. I kiss her again, this time with less restraint. My hands move from her face, sliding down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her body until they find the hem of her dress. I tug it up, pausing only long enough to pull it over her head and toss it aside. I trace the curve of her waist with my fingers, memorizing every delicate dip and soft surface.
Fairlie’s hands aren’t idle either. She pulls at my shirt, her fingers brushing over my abs as she pushes the fabric up. I lean back just enough to yank the shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. As her gaze scans over me, admiration glistens in her eyes. Pride fills my chest. I lean in again, but this time, I let my tusks graze her lower lip. It’s a playful nip, just enough to give her a pinch of pain mixed with pleasure. She hisses, her body tensing for a second before she pulls back, her eyes wide.
I stop, concern flooding me. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to?—”
She cuts me off with a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “No, it’s fine. It surprised me. I… I liked it.”
Relief fills me, quickly followed by a wave of desire that’s even stronger than before. “If you’re sure…” I trail off, searching her eyes again.
Her response is immediate. “I’m sure.”
I don’t need to hear another word, unless it’s her crying out my name as she comes. My hands move to her panties and I tug them down. She steps out of them, standing before me in nothing but her bra. I take a moment to drink her in, my heart pounding in my chest.
She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her, completely bare before me. She’s beautiful—no, she’s breathtaking. And she’s here, with me, clearly wanting this as much as I do.
Unable to resist, I step forward and capture her mouth in another searing kiss. She moans against my lips, her hands fumbling with the button of my pants. I help her, quickly discarding them until we’re both standing there, skin against skin.
When she pulls back, her gaze drops and she inhales sharply. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, lingering on the thick, swollen ring near the base.
“That… that’s…” she stammers, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and arousal.
“It’s my knot,” I explain, my voice low. “If you could take it, it would lock us together… while I filled you with my cum.”
The words hover between us, hanging in the air like a balloon, and the woman in front of me has the needle. Fairlie’sbreath comes in quick, shallow pants, and a low moan escapes her lips.
“I want that,” she whispers, almost to herself.
I groan, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. “You’re not ready for that,” I murmur, more to convince myself than her. The idea of knotting her, of being so intimately connected, is almost too much to bear.
But I want to take care of her, want to show her just how much I want her, and not only for sex.
Her response is a needy whimper, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I dip my head, letting my tusks skim the sensitive skin of her neck before moving lower. My mouth finds her breast, and I tease her nipple with my tongue, sucking it gently before nipping it with my tusks.
She gasps, her back arching as a shiver runs through her. The sound, the reaction—everything about her drives me wild.
I need to taste her, to make her cry out in pleasure.
In one swift motion, I lift her off her feet, cradling her against my chest as I carry her to the small kitchen table. The wood creaks slightly under our combined weight as I lay her down, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the sight of her spread out before me, her legs parted, her pussy glistening with arousal.
I slide into the chair at the head of the table, positioning myself between her thighs. She looks down at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I know I’m about to make her feel incredible.
I waste no time, leaning in and slowly licking through her folds. She cries out, her hips jerking up off the table in response. I chuckle against her, the vibrations sending another shiver through her.
“Osric,” she moans, her voice a breathy plea.
I take my time exploring her with my tongue, savoring the way she tastes, and the way she responds to every touch. Herhands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white as I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
The sounds coming from her are music to my ears—soft whimpers, desperate moans, and breathless pants. I lap up everything she gives me, drinking in her arousal as if it’s the finest nectar.
She’s close—I can feel it in the way her thighs tremble, in the way her breaths come faster, more erratic. I press harder, my tongue moving with more intensity as I push her toward the edge.
